 A Poop * k8 *
It was early, the day after the ministry event that had taken a...turn. A disillusioned figure, a well placed charm if Scottie said so himself, entered the holding cells. He didn't bother to keep quiet, but he at least wanted his face hidden. He didn't care about being seen so much as recognized, and so...here he was. NEARLY invisible.
He opened the cell door loudly in case Saul was asleep, and he swung the door. Clearing his throat, Scottie magic'd a slip of paper with the following words inscribed on it.
"Leave before Goldwasser comes back. Do not return to the ministry. Keep your family safe. Could not manage to get your wands back without revealing too much."
As soon as Saul would read the note, it would catch ablaze and turn to ash.
And Scottie was out of here. He wasn't due to be in for another hour and a half. Time to hide out somewhere to avoid...........Goldy's wrath. Who knew if the man would care that Saul "escaped" or not.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |